Fail, fail, fail, fail, succeed


Under normal circumstances, I have a very, very long fuse. It’s like I have a huge stress reserve, so no matter what happens, I remain eerily calm and focused. As you might imagine, this comes in very handy in life.

But after taking care of a loved one for a prolonged period of time culminating in death, I just feel raw. It’s like I have no reserve to fall back on – my tank is on empty. It’s at these times it’s so important to be kind to yourself.

You need to refill your soul with the things you love, by trying to help others, and most importantly by exposing yourself to art. High art, low art, trash art, pop art – it doesn’t matter.

It’s time to feed your brain. Refill your tank with the good stuff…